.. misbehave.There was no talk... not at first, anyway. There were only more hot kisses, as fingers tore at clothing, hers undressing him, and his mak...ng her naked.Both were as ready as if they had engaged in hours of foreplay, and they landed on the bed with twin thumps, writhing against each other, pressing flesh to flesh and glorying in the feel of that touch. His hands went to her breasts, and hers felt for his manhood. She felt no shame. Instead, when she felt his iron hard penis, she felt. He let rip a loud, wet fart into it, then laughed as he wrapped it around his boner and jacked furiously with both hands, sending trails of precum flying into the air in front of him.I looked up and the ceiling and saw what might have been my masterpiece; A high resolution, close-up photo of my swollen cock, precum drooling from it's tip was pasted above the entire room. I'd had to print it out in a series of A4 sheets and then assemble them again, but it was certainly worth it. She'd never be. Every Indian but Black Wolf had a Spencer, and he made a point of using all 7 shots on the soldiers, whether or not they were already dead. Black Wolf had his Henry, but he did not shoot all of his cartridges. That was really a technicality, since there wasn't a live soldier to shoot at within 10 minutes of the start of the ambush.Once the last trooper appeared to be dead, Black Wolf released his men to scalp and plunder the corpses in the cut. The Indians were on a killing spree, so they. I wanted to tell her to show me them but I was afraid and so moulded my words.i took a chance and acted like a diplomat.I told her ” I can fully embrace the beauty of your nature and your hair,but your beautiful breasts still remain covered,am I so unfortunate to embrace them completely” She replied ” A good orator haan!” She said she would show them to me but that my hands would be tied while she did do.I could do anything to see those milk tankers,leave aside getting my hands tied.But what.